Wang Dajiang said with a smile, "Understood, understood."
Since Wang Dajiang was so considerate, Ding Shihong was not stingy and gave him an extra half portion. The two smiled at each other, everything understood without words.
Wang Dajiang didn't hurry to leave, casually inquired about a few people.
At first, Ding Shihong didn't pay attention, but when he asked the second person, Ding Shihong realized something. So he also casually inquired.
As the director of a restaurant, he knew the most people of all kinds in the county town. He seemed to know something, but was still uncertain.
The two sat together for a while, Ding Shihong specifically called the waiter to bring over two tomatoes, which were quite fresh.
"Director Ding, you're too kind."
"Brother Wang, are you joking with me? This little stuff makes me feel like I can't show my face. Don't mind it. Come by often, although I can't give it to you for free, I can surely leave you good stuff."
